Get back here, yo!

Damn chickens... I'mma make you inta a HAT, hear?

[Beat, much like half of the population, is running around - well, skating - and a-violencing the turkeys. ]

RHYME!

RHYYYYYYME!

Damn bear... came outta nowhere...

GIVE HER BACK, YO!

RHYYYYYYYYYYME!

So... uh...

Jus' outta curious n' all?

How do chicks know if they knocked up?

BWAAAAAA?!

Why I got hooters all a sudden, man?

This ain't cool, yo, this ain't cool at all.

Yohoy, maties!

Be any o' th' rest of ye seadogs talkin' all funny like? 'Cause it ain't like I wanna be flappin' me sails like this an' I ain't even ne'er seen nide ner hair o' one a 'em muzzlemasts but I been yappin' on 'em like a wannion-

Blow me down, I done it again!

Man, this week has been like mad epic fail.

Guys don't go tunneling through walls or spearshaking cause it ain't worth the trouble you get. For serious, yo.

An' that all I sayin' 'bout it, aight?

((OOC: Oh yeah. Beat missed five days of work. Well. He showed up, but he was less than two feet long and had little groundhog feet. Good at the burrowing, not so much the anything else. Farmhands may have noticed a bespectacled furry creature wandering around the area, trying to use tools and miserably failing.))

GUYS GUYS

So I touched the wall and it went all WHOOMPH FWOOM and went all not there, yo! An' then it did it again! An' then I touched the door an' it went like that too! So then I figgered it were doin' it every time, an'. Uh.

So... there like. Uh. A whole lotta holes in the everywhere now.

An' I kinda. Uh. Somea you guys might not have walls no more.

...Anyone know how you fix up walls?

((OOC: Feel free to assume that Beat passwalled your room if you like. Go on. Assume.))

Them bears is way tougher then they look. Percistint Persesint Good at the waitin', too. I was stuck in that tree for like all night long. It was kinda like camping 'cept with suck an' bears an' no hotdogs.

...Man, this totally gonna scar. Awesome.

Y'know, this island get pretty rough sometimes. An' that mean people get all fulla negative vibes, an' start dissin' each other an' dissin' themselfs an' stealin' people's stuff and leavin' it in high places. An' guys? That hurt me. It hurts me right here, in th' heart. But y'know what else? Anger lead to fear. An' fear lead to stuff. And stuff lead to hate. And none o' that good stuff, you dig?

So yeah. I got that outta a book. Books is hard. Like climbin' rocks. But you be better for alla that. An' there was this other book, 'bout how to get rid of all them bad vibes. I kinda skipped a buncha the hard parts, but I think I got it down. 'Cause the world, like, a rainbow of diversity. An' you want that rainbow. 'Cause there's a giant pot of golden unity at th' end.

So! Tie-Dye party! Right here right now, I got a whole loada shirts but you free to bring you own. An' if enough folks show? IT S'MORE TIME!

(OOC: Subtract, say... $45 for equipment? Not counting all those t-shirts he picked up at the shop.

So yep, Beat is sitting outside the apartments with a rickety folding table (borrowed), a selection of mislabeled squeeze bottles full of dye and a collection of buckets (some borrowed, some bought, one taken as spoils of war from one Miss Inverse) full of washing soda and wet shirts, except for the one filled with water. And a box of rubber gloves. Beat is under the impression that ZOMG IT BURNS YOUR HANDS RIGHT OFF (it doesn't). This is why he has the bucket full of water.)

OH GOD WHAT'S GOIN' ON?! TH' REDS IS BOTH ACTIN' ALL NICE AN' GIRLY AN' SHIT AND THE COOKIES AIN'T POISON AN' WHATSHISFACE IS TALKIN' FUNNY AND THERE ARE WARDRUB THIEVES RUNNING RAMPIT AN I STILL DON'T GOT MY NORMAL THREADS BACK AND RHYME'S GONE ALL WEIRD AN' MOODY BUT I HEAR GIRLS GET LIKE THAT 'ROUND THAT AGE AN' AT LEAST SHE AIN'T LISTENIN' TO CRAPPY MUSIC SERIOUSLY THAT EMO SHIT SUCKS.

WAIT. THAT'S NOT IMPORTANT IT'S LIKE THAT SHOW ON TV WHERE THEY PULL OUT THE CAMERA AN YELL GOTCHA OR ELSE IT TURNS OUT YOU GET TRAPPED IN THE TOWN AN' THE GORILLA GETS YOU AN' I CAN' TAKE THIS NO MORE!!!

I'MMA FIND WHOEVER'S DOIN' THIS AN BUST AN ASP IN THEY CASKETS!

Whazziz I hear 'bout unbreakable melons? Heh. Ain't no melon can stand up to th' BEATWAGON!

Maaan... At first bouncin' around like this was the shit, but it takes a lot outta a guy.

And the food ain't no good either. Tasted good goin' down an' all, but man, I ain't never been so sick in forever. An' lemme tell ya, if ya gotta blow chunks in a hurry? Forget the can, yo. It ain't gonna go good. 'Nuff said.

...Looks if gotta get some real food in me, I need cash, and for cash, I need a job. So yeah, I'mma go out and look around, see what they got.

Man... How this thing supposed to work? I guess I start writing and uh. Okay I see words. I think I got it now. It just like a blog, only you gotta write with your actual hand 'stead of typing. That's cool.

So we all don't got our memorys or what? You guys should have, like, a twotrial or one of those papers. I mean, I just found out I been livin' with this Yumi dude just now an it still like I never even met the guy. Sorry, man. This forgettin' stuff thing a total pain in the ass, yo.

Hey Rhyme - dunno if you figgured how to work this thing - prolly did, cause you smart and all but yeah, you wanna hang out sometime?

EDIT: OH YEAH. TOPKNOT, G-MAN, SMASHY, BLONDIE? We all gonna go chill at the park for a while. You guys can show up or not whenever.

((OOC: Gyaah this is driving me insane. Next time, Beat learns to voicepost because if anything I am probably making him too damn good at spelling.))

Hey, what's goin' on here?! I don' remember all these trees being... Bwaaah! N-no way! I don't remember anything, yo!

Uh... Two plus two... Uh... Yeah, okay, that be... four! Awright! Still got my intellecshuel intelekshewl interlechshul ah screw it smarts. Still got my awesome threads. Still got... uh. I'm runnin' outta things I got, yo.

Got... hey, got this sweet board here. Stylin'!

Man... Wish I got food, too. Sure could go for some curry... Okay, I totally remember curry! I t'ink I gettin' the hang o' this rememberin' stuff!